A KATSEYE school were KATSEYE is popular and nice but how did they act when they saw th transfer student?

All of the katseye members lived happily in life. One day, the members Megan and Yoonchae had went out on a friendly walk. They noticed they have been followed around but didnt think much of it. Little do they know what they've brought back home to the other members and friends.

Yoonchae has always been the class favorite genius in their music and dance program at their University, until a new girl joined the class, rivaling her spot, not just academically but socially. Drama can be fixed...until it can't?

Held in Silence Enemies by name, lovers by accident. Megan and Yoonchae exist in the same space but never on the same side ... at least not openly. In KATSEYE, tension turns into stolen moments, sharp looks into quiet touches, and rivalry into something neither of them wants to admit out loud. This is an enemies-to-lovers story filled with secrets, blurred lines, and feelings that refuse to stay hidden. ⚠️ Mature Content | 18+ Smut included. All characters are aged 18+.

Yoonchae, a top student, who moved from Korea to America because of her abusive father, gets seated with an annoying girl at her new school. Megan, a well-known student, loud, and popular with the ladies, loves to tease and annoy Yoonchae, but underneath all of the teasing? Two girls, completely different. Develop feelings for each other, one shows them very obviously, the other keeps them to herself and only one person knows about them. A Meichae story for your fun and mine, please do not take it seriously, I do not ship any of the members together, love them as duos. All fictional!!

They called her the mistake. Eighteen-year-old Alayla learned early how to survive in silence - how to shrink herself at dinner tables, how to swallow cruelty dressed as "family," how to endure being loved the least. The night she's taken from the only home she's ever known, her life fractures... and finally begins. From Detroit to Los Angeles, Alayla is placed in a world she was never meant to touch - warmth, stability, and a love that doesn't hurt. But just as she starts to breathe again, six new girls arrive at her school. They are beautiful. They are untouchable. And they are watching her. Sophia. Manon. Daniela. Lara. Megan. Yoonchae. Drawn to Alayla in ways they don't understand, the girls circle her with sharp words and lingering stares, unable to name the hunger beneath their fascination. What Alayla doesn't know is that the forest they came from is not meant for escape... and neither is the bond forming between them. In a world of bloodlines, secrets, and desire, Crimson Leaves is a slow-burning supernatural story about survival, chosen family, and the danger of being seen. Some love doesn't save you. Some love changes you. (Katseye x Fem Reader) POLY

Yoonchae got her heartbroken by the jock of the school Alan Lee. One day everything would change in science class. She got sat next to the one and only Megan Skiendiel. She starts to develop these weird feeling for her. So does Megan.

At Kingsley Academy, power is inherited, not earned. Daniela rules the school with fear and silence, shaped by a family built on control. Sophia was warned to stay away-until curiosity becomes more dangerous than fear.

Six friends. Too many feelings. And love that never follows the right direction. When they learns that love unfolds in stages, she starts observing her own-unaware that every sign points to the one person she was never meant to fall for. As friendships blur, hearts break quietly, and jealousy creeps in. The Stages of Love becomes a story of realising love always finds its way in lives. ©All rights reserved

Yoonchae is used to keeping her life perfectly controlled-top grades, quiet presence, and a carefully hidden family secret. Megan has everything she could want... except patience for anyone who threatens her world. Now, they're forced together, pretending, performing, and hating every second-until the lines between business and heart start to blur. Or Two girls. One contract. No love.